Post by Lachlan Smith on Jul 4, 2011 9:23:43 GMT -5
The scene cuts backstage to the Death Squad locker room, Sycho Sam pacing around, Lachlan securing his elbow pads ahead of his ladder match against Barta Bull and a TV playing in the background, showing the nightly news. Sam seems nervous as Lachlan stands up. Hearing the chair groan under the sudden release of Lachlans's three hundred plus pound frame, Sam snaps his head back, and gazes at his long time friend. His face hardens into a stern look, as he turns to face the Ultimate Perfection.
You better win tonight!
Lachlan peels his off his gloves, to which he has strapped to his ginormous hands and peers down at his much shorter ally.
Look Sammy, I got thi-
Sam suddenly demonstrates an outburst of anger and cuts Lachlan off midsentence.
DON"T EVER CALL ME SAMMY!
Lachlan puts his hands up, in suggestion that the Hardcore Headbanger relax. Sam takes a deep breath, and his body relaxes. He stares up at Lachlan again.
Sheesh, sorry. What the hell is up with you though man? You've been edgy all week. You've never minded me calling you Sammy before.
Sam sighs and turns away from Lachlan, before striding over to a wooden bench, and plonking himself down, and facing the largest man in Death Squad.
After last week's beatdown of Barta Bull, I am pleading to god that you win tonight. Hell, Barta is going to be pissed, and if you lose, who knows who his partner could be.
Lachlan stares at Sam intensely, and Sam shoots a gaze of steely determination back. Slowly, a smile etches its way across the chiseled jaw of Lachlan. Sam is caught unawares, and a puzzled expression follows.
Sam, relax! I got this. I mean, he is still feeling the effects of that beatdown I gave to him last week.
Sam slowly starts to laugh, demonstrating the first bit of positivity tonight as he stares at Lachlan. Lachlan joins in and the two laugh for a few moments.
You're right. I mean, he cannot be at more than 75% fit. That was one heavy handed beating you fuckers gave to him.
Lachlan stares at Sam.
We are the fucking Death Squad. We don't half ass anything! And if it wasn't for that idiot Cobain and his security guards, Barta would have been toast!
Lachlan slams his fist against a wall, this time his turn to be angry about the match.
But if he hadn't of interfered, we wouldn't have this match tonight, nor would you face him next week at Red, White and Bruised.
Lachlan takes a couple of deep breaths and nods his agreement at his Pakistani friend.
You know, you may be big and all, but I swear sometimes you have rocks in your head.
Sam laughs at this, and Lachlan joins in too. Lachlan suddenly stops laughing and stares at Sam intently.
WAIT! WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE WOULDN'T HAVE THIS MATCH?
Sam stops, as he realised Lachlan has cottoned on to his plan.
OH NO! You cannot go out there Sam! You will be fired! This is MY match. You interfere and you wipe away everything we have done, everything we have worked hard for. Everything we stand for, ruined. Just like that!
Lachlan snaps his fingers. Sam stares at the Ultimate Perfection, and nods slowly, before hanging his head in shame at having the thought.
And you say I have rocks in my head. Oh, and don't even think about a run in after the match. Barta is untouchable until the Jailhouse Brawl match.
The hardcore headbanger nods and stands up, striding over to his friend, before slapping him on the back.
And besides, I am the most dominant force in this business. I don't need you out there. Barta was decimated this week, and I am about to crush him tonight. I will get those keys tonight, and destroy Barta in the process. It is time to put the bull out to pasture. His days are come and gone, and at Red, White and Bruised, they will end. Permanently.
[/color]You better win tonight!
Lachlan peels his off his gloves, to which he has strapped to his ginormous hands and peers down at his much shorter ally.
Look Sammy, I got thi-
Sam suddenly demonstrates an outburst of anger and cuts Lachlan off midsentence.
DON"T EVER CALL ME SAMMY!
Lachlan puts his hands up, in suggestion that the Hardcore Headbanger relax. Sam takes a deep breath, and his body relaxes. He stares up at Lachlan again.
Sheesh, sorry. What the hell is up with you though man? You've been edgy all week. You've never minded me calling you Sammy before.
Sam sighs and turns away from Lachlan, before striding over to a wooden bench, and plonking himself down, and facing the largest man in Death Squad.
After last week's beatdown of Barta Bull, I am pleading to god that you win tonight. Hell, Barta is going to be pissed, and if you lose, who knows who his partner could be.
Lachlan stares at Sam intensely, and Sam shoots a gaze of steely determination back. Slowly, a smile etches its way across the chiseled jaw of Lachlan. Sam is caught unawares, and a puzzled expression follows.
Sam, relax! I got this. I mean, he is still feeling the effects of that beatdown I gave to him last week.
Sam slowly starts to laugh, demonstrating the first bit of positivity tonight as he stares at Lachlan. Lachlan joins in and the two laugh for a few moments.
You're right. I mean, he cannot be at more than 75% fit. That was one heavy handed beating you fuckers gave to him.
Lachlan stares at Sam.
We are the fucking Death Squad. We don't half ass anything! And if it wasn't for that idiot Cobain and his security guards, Barta would have been toast!
Lachlan slams his fist against a wall, this time his turn to be angry about the match.
But if he hadn't of interfered, we wouldn't have this match tonight, nor would you face him next week at Red, White and Bruised.
Lachlan takes a couple of deep breaths and nods his agreement at his Pakistani friend.
You know, you may be big and all, but I swear sometimes you have rocks in your head.
Sam laughs at this, and Lachlan joins in too. Lachlan suddenly stops laughing and stares at Sam intently.
WAIT! WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE WOULDN'T HAVE THIS MATCH?
Sam stops, as he realised Lachlan has cottoned on to his plan.
OH NO! You cannot go out there Sam! You will be fired! This is MY match. You interfere and you wipe away everything we have done, everything we have worked hard for. Everything we stand for, ruined. Just like that!
Lachlan snaps his fingers. Sam stares at the Ultimate Perfection, and nods slowly, before hanging his head in shame at having the thought.
And you say I have rocks in my head. Oh, and don't even think about a run in after the match. Barta is untouchable until the Jailhouse Brawl match.
The hardcore headbanger nods and stands up, striding over to his friend, before slapping him on the back.
And besides, I am the most dominant force in this business. I don't need you out there. Barta was decimated this week, and I am about to crush him tonight. I will get those keys tonight, and destroy Barta in the process. It is time to put the bull out to pasture. His days are come and gone, and at Red, White and Bruised, they will end. Permanently.
Sam seems shocked at his friends words. He darts inn front of Lachlan and slaps him across the face.
WHAT?! REMEMBER THE PLAN! DON'T FUCK IT UP BY SOME MACHO BRAVADO YOU WANT TO PROVE.
Lachlan stares down at Sam seething. The Pakistani native gulps.
Right. The plan. Man, this pressure is gonna kill me. If I lose tonight, it derails everything.
If you lose, it is not the end of the world. It just means you are gonna have to up your game next week. I would prefer it if that didn't have to happen, of course.
Lachlan turns to nod at Sam. He strides over to the door, reaches out, grasps the door handle, and turns it, yanking the door open.
Lachlan!
Lachlan turns his head, and stares at Sam.
MAKE DEATH SQUAD PROUD!
Lachlan smiles at him.
OF COURSE!
With that, Lachlan strides out of the door, and shuts it behind him, leaving Sam alone in the Death Squad locker room, forced to watch the match on the TV.
EoT
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